Breasts
I imagine capturing a candid shot of my
profile, head lowered, poised to lift the lid of the rice cooker, as I do every day in my kitchen. The image,
rotated ninety degrees clockwise, turns me into a colossal infant holding in my
hands a steaming aluminum breast. By covering it with caligraphy paper, I turn the breast into a canvas upon which myth,
history, and science fiction converge through collage,
leaving new marks upon the motherly territory
in my hand.
